Solitude

To much, you dig a grave.
To little and its off the chase!

Solitude is a slippery slope,
At times happy, at times slow.
To some , it gives jitters
Walking alone with feet full of blisters!

To Some, its like a tide
Everyday a new kinda high!

To some, it may be worrisome.
Its absence lonesome.

To be alone Or to be bold?
To be in a crowd yet overheard.

To be standing tall or trying to stall?
To be soft like the wind,
Or thunder that chills!

Solitude may often evade….
A game of hide and seek it forever plays!

To Some, a riddle as old as time.
One day a disaster
The next,

A Shining Dime!